I’m expecting my 4th little puzzle piece

I’m expecting my 4th little puzzle piece

I’m not sure whether or not you’ve heard but I’m writing a book. Yup, a whole book. I have no idea how many pages it will be, or how I’m going to get it done to be honest but well, I’m gonna fake that I know until I do it. Good plan, right? It could be good and it will be …well, what it is. Which is just there. Like our
eyebrows and like a lot of things in life, right? I’m hopping on the Mark Manson bandwagon here which is, “If we follow the ‘do something’ principle, failure feel sun important.” Apparently. Hopefully I don’t explore that further.

So, until my 4 th baby is out, please bear with me about reposting a few blogs that I’ve already posted. Don’t get me wrong…it’s not that I’m uninspired because that’s not the case at all, actually. I have so many things I want to talk to you about, like, My First Day at Big School (oh yeah, and my daughter’s first day also),where I tried to befriend other mamas and came over way too eager. Less ismore I now know. So messaging other mamas: “let’s hang out and braid each other’s hair” five mins after meeting them was maybe too much ‘more.’

No, it’s much more like this is crunch time and I need to be seriously selective and Choosy Lucy (that doesn’t rhyme but you get what I’m saying) about where I let my energies hang out. Don’t worry, I’m not getting all zen on you, although I am drinking much more green tea. Now for the good news. The good news is that
a lot of you weren’t following me and weren’t around then (then being the initial posting of the blog) and have joined recently, (thank you for that and it’s nice to have someone – other than my mom and dad reading my stuff). Some of these reposted blogs will be new to you! To you newbies I say welcome and well, the mommyhood issues are still the same four years after becoming a mama and according to my mom, and a lot of mamas… this doesn’t really change. The worry. The sleeplessness. The hoping they have friends.

That’s kinda depressing, but I promise you to keep shining the light on the humor of it all. And then we’ll complain and sob about it together. Promise.


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